<h1>Rain</h1>

And when the rain comes down...

The people run inside as if they want to hide,

They bury their heads, pretending that they’re dead

And they want better things to do.

Outside the rain is falling, down from the clouds

And while I feel this way inside, I’d rather frown.

And when the rain comes down...

The people want to hide; their hearts turn into ice.

There’s no children playing in the street anymore

They’ve got better things to do.

Outside the wind is blowing raindrops from the sky

And while I feel like this, I think I’ll cry.

And when the rain comes down...

You’ve seen it all before; the calm before the storm.

They run inside where it’s warm and dry

They’ve got nothing better to do.

You can see it in their eyes, the greyness like the sky

And while I feel this way inside, I might as well die.

And when the rain comes down,

The people begin to frown

And the tears form in my eyes.

They’re leaving me behind.